“So, what about me?”
“What do you mean? About you…?”
“For the nanny job.”
Mason didn’t speak for a moment. I was afraid he thought it was a terrible idea, but I held out hope. It paid to be optimistic sometimes.
“Um… you want to be a nanny? You are a great bartender. Don’t you like that?”
“No. I fucking hate it. I’ve grown tired of it and the money you are offering is way better. I want to try something new.”
“Wow, well that would be great. I already know you, so you are hired if you’re really interested. Do you need to turn in a two-week notice?”
“I should, but fuck it. Aaron, the owner of the bar is a dick anyway. I’m just going to tell him I’m done. I can start tomorrow.”
“That would be amazing,” he said.
Mason went over the details of what the job entailed, the hours, dropping Jack off for preschool, picking him up, feeding him, helping him with shower time, bedtime, playtime, etc. It all sounded fine. I’d actually done some nanny work when I was in college before.
I was ready for it.
The thing I was not ready for was how I was going to deal with the feelings I had for Mason. I didn’t know if he felt the same way that I did, but I was desperate to find out. And I knew it could become awkward working this way together, or rather working for him if things did become intimate between us, but I was willing to take that chance. I was ready for a fucking change. This was exciting.
I called Aaron and told him that tonight was my last night. He tried to protest and offered me a raise, but I cut him off by hanging up on him. Now I wouldn’t have to put up with his bossy ass giving me stupid orders while he leered at my cleavage. The man was such a bastard. I couldn’t believe I’d worked for him for so long.
That night as I left the bar I felt a feeling of total contentment wash over me. It was like the things I’d been holding in for so long were now coming out of me and I was purging myself of everything I hated about the life I’d been living. I hadn’t even realized how much I hated it until I realized I didn’t have to do it anymore.
I made it home that night and I sat down on my couch with a feeling of excitement echoing through my body. I grabbed the laptop and I began to do some searching on Mason, something I’d avoided doing until now. I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t online stalked him before, but now it suddenly seemed like a damn good idea to be doing this at two in the morning while drinking tequila.
Wow, he was fine. There was a myriad of images online and I spent the next hour or so combing through them all, finding his various pages, various blogs written about him, and his social media. It was all fascinating, but I had the feeling that none of it really painted an accurate picture of who he really was. None of these people who put this stuff together or the people who read it knew this man as well as I did.
I could still hear his voice on the phone. That sexy, low baritone sounded so enticing. I wanted to hear it more. I wanted him. I wanted his hands on me, his mouth, and my hands on his muscular frame. Later that night as I climbed into bed in the nude (I was feeling frisky) I closed my eyes and imagined how good it would be for him to be right beside me. I hated sleeping alone. And I knew that Mason would be the man who could make me feel that sweet feeling I had longed for.
I reached into the drawer in my nightstand and I pulled out my thick, long vibrator. It looked like a beautiful, big dick. It was glorious. I’d used it many times over the past few months since I bought it. It always gave me great orgasms.
I lubed it up with my mouth and imagined I was sucking on Mason’s long, hard dick. I could feel his body pulsating inside my mouth, his hips feeding his cock to me, his hand on the back of my head stroking my hair and guiding me trying to force me to go faster while I held back enough to drive him crazy. I could feel his backed-up semen in his tight nutsack resting just below my chin as I swallowed his flesh sword and waited for my payoff.
Then before he came he would roll on top of me and enter between my legs. His hard prick would split me open and I’d find myself on the verge of orgasm so soon. I wouldn’t be able to hold it back.